Captured

Amber Wilson is an average teenage girl that thinks she's on top of the world. Her parents finally let her go on a skiing trip in Seattle with her two best friends, Dylan and Julie. Then she gets captured by a vampire and changed into a vampire, and there's no going back. What happens when the vampires decide to keep her? Why does she want to die? What happens to Amber when the police investigate where she is? What happens when a boy that she's convinced is a monster changes all of that?

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4. No Way

When I come to, I keep my eyes shut, but I hear murmurs. Where did you find her? A voice, probably a girl's, asks quietly. In the gorge. Patrick again. A husky voice answers. My heart flutters. Derrick. It had to be him. A new voice joins the conversation, and I feel a slight tug against my scalp. She's beautiful. An older woman, probably around 30 or 40 whispers. She must be stroking my hair. My eyes open slowly and she gasps a little before springing back. I put my hand to my head and.......I feel fine. I swing off the side of the bed and onto the ground in one fluid moment. I stand so fast I stumble a little. I swallow and look up. Whoa. I look around. I could see every detail of everything. The little dust particles floating in the air, the slight draft from the corner of the room. I could hear everything too. The slight sound of snow falling outside, the slight shuffle my boots make across the ground. Then I see them. I leap across the room, perching on the windowsill, a snarl ripping through my teeth. How could I do that? Amber, honey. The womanly voice matches a woman with dark black hair and round Amber eyes. Her hair was in a loose ponytail. She was absolutely gorgeous. Surprisingly, she only wore a simple track jacket and jeans. She puts her hands up in surrender. It's okay, you know who Patrick is, right? I just continue to stare. I'm Leslie. She tried to continue the conversation with herself. Is she a default or something? A teenage girl with light brown hair snaps, rolling her golden eyes. Her gray sweatshirt was big on her, almost covering her navy short shorts. Just as simple as Leslie, she was beautiful, but didn't seem to wanna enhance it. I narrow my eyes at her. What was she talking about? I'm a person, duh. A girl with red hair in a side braid is staring at me intently, as if she's looking right through me. Excuse me? I snap. Then I widen my eyes. My voice was beautiful, like a thousand little bells ringing at once. A little smile appears on the redhead's lips. She's fine. She elbows Derrick in the ribs. She's just in shock. I glance at her and hold her gaze. How could she know anything about me? She doesn't know who I am! She puts her hands in the pockets of her lace shorts, rocking on the balls of her feet. You're right. We don't know you. Mind if you tell us? I gasp so hard I fall of my perch but recover so fast it looks like I jumped. She smiles sweetly at me. I can read your thoughts. I smirk at her. Bitch. I think, putting my hands on my hips. Her eyes flare and she lunges at me with a growl. The big black boy is shouting at her to calm down. I stand there and smile straight at her, and she stops struggling, her lips in a pursed pout. The blonde boy looks at me and laughs. Kylie never gets angry! He spews. What did you think? I cock my head and smile. I try to look as innocent as possible, and Derrick presses his lips together to hold in laughter. Calm down children! Leslie gasps, shaking her head. Sorry about that, Amber. That's Kylie. she points to the vicious redhead. That's Lena. She points to the brunette in the sweatshirt. This is Lance. She puts a soft hand on the blonde man next to her. Thats Seth. She points to the cute guy that laughed at Kylie. He was the only one with red eyes. And that's Ryder. She points to the bulky teen standing behind Kylie, and he nods once. Honey, we're vampires. And you are too. I clench my fists and begin to pace, breathing harder and faster. Then I stop. Hit me. I whisper. Leslie's eyes widen. Hit. Me. I repeat louder. Kylie cracks her knuckles. Gladly. Not you. I bore my eyes into her pale skin. Him. I lift my hand and point it straight at Ryder. His eyes widen slightly and he steps into the full light. I swallow hard. He wore a leather jacket and a black shirt with black jeans and combat boots. His honey eyes looked amused and curious of me at the same time. I tighten my jaw angrily. He thought I was a mouse! Kylie snickers and I glare at her. You sure about this, doll? His voice was deep and husky. I nod firmly. I want you to hit me so I know I'm a vampire......so I know this is all true, not some shit I dreamed up. He seems to look back at Leslie for approval. She tightens her hold on Lance's arm, pursing her lips. Ryder shrugs and turns back to me. Amber I want you to breathe. I take in a deep breath and smell in cologne. He must be Kylie's boyfriend. I glance at Kylie and she stares at the ground, shaking her head slightly. I look back up to Ryder and tap my cheek. Swing. I whisper. Get ready, babe. He brings back his massive hand and strikes me across the face. It feels like someone brushed a feather against my cheek. That's how I knew it. I was a real vampire.

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